Married Old Virgin Boss
50. Fourteen Minutes

Almost nine p.m., Ben just parked his bike in the garage. He secured the motor first, before heading home.

The atmosphere was already quiet when it had just passed through the main door. Ben guessed, that the extended family might be watching in the living room. He had thought about seeing his wife, just telling her that he had come home. Ben hopes a little that he will be welcomed very well, but ....

His wife is Radea Dasha. He couldn't have expected more.

Ben fixed his grip on the laptop bag, then continued on his way to the room. Occasionally stretch his stiff neck and shoulder muscles.

In the middle of the stairs, the activity just stopped. Along with Ben's steps. The man was stunned to see the presence of Dea on the top step, with a complete after: a thick jacket and jeans. As if ready to go.

"Where are you going, De?" ask Ben curiously. He must feel that way, because a night out aimlessly is not Dea's personality. So, he was a little worried that this woman would meet someone— that Ben suspected was Dion or Elvan.

"Just home?" Dea reduced the level of shock on her face. He looked at Ben up and down, as if judging the look of the man. While Dea's hands folded in front of the chest to give an intimidating impression. "It's none of your business."

After saying the three words in such a cynical tone, Dea turned a hundred and eighty degrees, and continued walking into the room. Ben followed with a doubtful expression as well as a step.

After entering the room, Ben was partly on duty closing the door. Dea was busy picking at her hair and taking off her jacket. He also changed his pants to be looser in the bathroom.

"Not going, De?" asked Ben, who was slightly smiling because his guess turned out to be wrong.

Ben remained silent by the door until Dea sat down at her dressing table to put on a line of routine skincare rituals. The man walked to the bathroom, to clean his body. On his way out, Dea was wearing a sheetmask while reading something on his phone.

For some reason, Ben's fear reappears. The pleasure that Dea did not come out, now turned to worry. What if Dea was playing stealth behind him, not with whose man it was? Elvan's still not finished threatening, now there's Dion. In fact, Ben is sure that out there, very many are targeting perfect spec women like his wife.

Ben, who only resembles breadcrumbs among wealthy conglomerates, can only create images of self-harm.

"No problem, De?" ask Ben as he walks towards the closet to pick clothes. "I'm not feeling well or what? Pregnant people said often nausea the same cravings. You don't want anything, De?"

Dea ignored her phone for a moment, with an expression as if she was busy thinking. A blank look is directed at the mirror, at the image of Ben who is behind him.

"No. There's no." Dea answered coldly, with a slight lethargy.

The woman immediately lowered her head after saying that, while Ben turned his head because he had found some clothes of his choice.

"Where are you going? I can take you if you want to go, De." Ben offered himself. Staying facing Dea, and meeting their gaze through the reflection in the mirror, Ben put on his t-shirt with ease.

"No. There is no need anymore."

Ben was increasingly uncomfortable with the answer. He could not dispel the suspicion to grow faster.

"Because my goal is to get out, it's already here" Dea continued, looking straight at Ben through the mirror.

Dea did not give any answer, and his silence was enough to replace the word 'yes.'

"K—why come out for me?" Ben bit his inner cheek after asking that question, to prevent his smile from appearing.

God fucking. Dea easily made him feel worried, scared, insecure, then flew at the same time. Only this woman could do that to her.

"Have the contract been that long?" asked Dea in a cynical tone. He snorted, not believing. "Is there anything else you're doing out there? Same who? You are as possessive as I let you not deket the same Elvan or Mas Dion. But I don't even know who you met out there."

Ben couldn't hold it anymore. He published a big smile, until his eyes narrowed. Not expecting, that there was a little attention created in Dea's mind about her.

Following his own desires, Ben approached Dea after attaching his pants to his shoulders. He stood behind the woman, then slightly bent down to align their faces, then placed his chin on her shoulder.

"Sorry, all that time" Ben said in a soft voice. He slowly managed to soften Dea's irritated expression with his smile. Although blocked by the white sheetmask, Ben knows that Dea is starting to smile now. "I have to wait for the prospective occupants long enough, so yes. Sorry, make you wait."

"I'm not waiting for you, btw." Dea. He ducked in an attempt to avoid Ben, but the man would not allow it.

Ignoring the fact that the sheetmask was still on Dea's face, Ben brought the woman to look at him. Slightly raise the chin of Dea with the help of his index finger.

Ben did not need to ask, or just speak to say his wish. Because, the open lips of Dea has become an invitation in itself. Fishing it to erode the distance, and bring their lips together. However, the tangle between Ben's face and Dea's wet mask made the man instantly withdraw.

"I'm off, huh?" ask Ben, ask permission.

However, Dea prevented it by withholding her sheetmask. "Lately I've installed, Ben. There's fourteen minutes left" Dea said. "Darling to throw it away now."

"Fourteen more minutes huh?" Ben changed his standing position to the side of Dea. He placed his hands on each of her lower back and lower knees to carry her in a friendly sling. "Yes, come on. I think it's exciting to see you wander behind a mask."

"Bbn ...." Dea reprimanded in a spoiled tone, fully intrigued by the suggestion from Ben.

Dea wrapped her hands around her husband's neck, and now took over to start her kiss.

"You say, if you miss, you can remes the doll to the satisfaction" whispered Dea in a low voice right in front of Ben's face as the man began to lay her carefully on the bed. "I try until the doll is broken, but it's not the same as holding you directly."

Ben smiled faintly, peeping at Dea's lips once before giving another suggestion, "Let me buy you a bigger, less perishable doll."

"Okay" Dea replied. "But tomorrow. Now, finish kangen me now. These two days, I've had a hard time adapting to not seeing you at the restaurant."